Tyrone - Joana Machado
I'm getting tired of your sh*t
You don't never buy me nothing
See Everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim James Paul & Tyrone
Why can't we be by ourselves sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
For a long time
I just want it to be
You and me
Like It used to be Baby
But ya don't know how to act
So matter of fact
I think ya better call Tyrone
(Call Him)
And Tell him come on
Help you get your Sh*t (Come On Come on)
You need to Call Tyrone
(Call Him)
And tell him I said come on
Everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say no and turn right around and ask me for some a**
Oh Well hold up
Listen partna
I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always coming for real
And you know the deal
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousin's way
They don't never have to pay
Don't have no cars
Hang around in bars
Try to hang around with stars
Like Badu
I'm gon' tell you the truth
Show and prove
Or get the boot
I think ya better ( come on )
(Call Him)
And tell him come on
Help you get your sh*t
You need to call Tyrone
(Call Him)
But ya can't use my phone can't I long
